11-28-2019, 02:48 AM
Eurwen
the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie
is knowing where the rocks lie
The mare before her is perhaps the only one who appears to not care about anything; appears - surely she cares about something, be that her meal or her irritation at walking skeletons.
Eurwen isn’t phased. She knows her cousin too well to be bothered by the silent stare she receives, knows what the Plague did to others too well to be bothered by the way she looks. The otherwise not-that-healthy looking spotted mare’s eyes are bright, pretty much the only think about her that currently has this feature. Inky pools focus on the icy ones, and she smiles a little at the mare.
She looks like the family she hasn’t seen in years.
The other finally introduces herself, preceding it by a comment that slightly widens the dotted mare’s smile. ”I’m not. But I have crawled out some ungodly hole, so I’ve missed a lot of the comings and goings of Nerine.”
Assessing the silver-dappled skin of the other mare briefly, she looks to Neverwhere. ”You’re similar to my family in so many ways. I think you fit right in.” It may be a weird sort of compliment, but it is what it is.
She has a question, but she holds off - she was always more interested in diplomacy, and besides, if Neverwhere had only ever been talking to Heartfire before, then she probably wasn’t used to someone talking as much as three sentences and a question.
Eurwen isn’t phased. She knows her cousin too well to be bothered by the silent stare she receives, knows what the Plague did to others too well to be bothered by the way she looks. The otherwise not-that-healthy looking spotted mare’s eyes are bright, pretty much the only think about her that currently has this feature. Inky pools focus on the icy ones, and she smiles a little at the mare.
She looks like the family she hasn’t seen in years.
The other finally introduces herself, preceding it by a comment that slightly widens the dotted mare’s smile. ”I’m not. But I have crawled out some ungodly hole, so I’ve missed a lot of the comings and goings of Nerine.”
Assessing the silver-dappled skin of the other mare briefly, she looks to Neverwhere. ”You’re similar to my family in so many ways. I think you fit right in.” It may be a weird sort of compliment, but it is what it is.
She has a question, but she holds off - she was always more interested in diplomacy, and besides, if Neverwhere had only ever been talking to Heartfire before, then she probably wasn’t used to someone talking as much as three sentences and a question.
@[Neverwhere]